This is a song about "The 60s"

See how that shit gonigga walk up in this motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen